. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Friday, April 7, 2023

Gods Left Unattended Crash

She followed me into low earth orbit
like some piece of space junk flotsam
her heart a black pitted chunk of cold stone

I found her in the cupped hands of an impact crater
like some sapphire fetus in an earthen womb
she sampled tracks through crooked teeth spitting
a garbled alien tongue, so that

I could not hear her when she said
I love you
so that the fluted whistling notes would distract her
and
she would forget how sad I made her

we tried on planets in the dressing room
like gods laughing
Saturn's rings snowflake ash so paper-thin
a moon could eventually dissolve into
shimmering glittering forgotten
stardust
if enough time passes
and no one hears
I love you.

TA

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